The truth has emerged
It\'s fractious like lust
I\'ve been pushing people away
Avoiding the responsibility
Blood worms its way
Through the artery
Like the cries of a baby
I can\'t be dilatory
I have to fix my priorities
I\'m a recipe for disaster
In the gutter
There at the precinct
On the flipside, bereft of life
In an Innsmouth, it\'s leaden
I ignore the clarion call
The internal troubles
My imagination is running wild
Like the poet, the surrealist
The night and I dovetail
I have been earmarked
Found a purpose
Slept off the adverse effects
I know what to do with the cranium
The fly in the ointment
I can\'t be late
I\'ve got an appointment with death.